𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"Y/N-chan! Over here!"
Your scouring eyes landed on a waving figure next a pillar of the void deck, standing next to a smaller male clutching a volleyball to his chest.
"Ah, Yuusei. There they are."
You and your brother bounded up to the two of them.
"Are we late?" You asked, smiling at the petite boy with shaved head who stared at you curiously.
"No, no. Just in time." The brunette grinned, patting his nephew's head, "Takeru, this is Y/N-chan and her brother, Yuusei."
You squatted down to the boy's eye-level, "Nice to meet you, Takeru."
"Sup, kiddo."
Takeru peered at you, "Nee-san, you are a lot prettier than I expected. I understand why Uncle talks about you all the time now."
Your friend's stance faltered in shock at his nephew's blunt statement as fits of laughter rang from Yuusei behind you.
"Bro, I can assure you, Nee-chan talks about him just as much."
You sent Yuusei an embarrassed glare, feeling a warmth creep up your neck, "You mean I complain about him."
"Please, Y/N-chan. You remember the rules, if you become a fangirl I'm afraid we will have to find a new manager." The handsome male sang, reverting back to his teasing persona in an attempt to recover from his nephew's exposé.
